I am...

I am aqua

as water bounces

on a drumbeat

I swim in my

soul's music

I am a seal

in lonely, dark quarantine

splashing in dark                   air thick as water

I am afraid                                         of this void

trapped in a box pyramid

nature's attempts                              to destroy my prison

only sharpen its walls

I am the lone pinecone

that's been rooted by luck

the last among 37 sisters

many layered discs

        wooden fibres                       spun in tight circles

      wound up like                        thread on a spool

        I sit in my                             computer chair

     and wind myself                   until my head bobs

      now it's                                      all heavy

        the world                                   looks askew

       seeing past my brain's             straightforward filters

        a world rotating                       on an unseen axis

     that spins us                               to our cores

  

*Inspired by Ellen Jaffe's "I am..." prompt